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The Boy Without A Heart

 

I'm in a state of total confusion at the moment. Last night, I had a dream that I visited the afterlife. Yet I know for a fact I was still alive. From this point onwards I am explaining to you with as much detail as I can possibly remember the sequence of events that occurred in my dream.

It started with me being at a summer camp-esque thing in the dead of winter. There were a bunch of people there. Parked outside of the camp was a tractor-trailer truck. It was coloured ironically much like the mystery machine from scooby doo. Lime green base, purple and magenta accents. I spent a few days at this camp watching people go into the trailer and emerge a few hours later seemingly happier. So one day I decided to enter it. Upon entering the darkness, I was suddenly transmitted to a long hallway. The interior was a boring blue and grey tile, and there were doors lining the hallway. On each door was a sign in some language I've NEVER seen before. I walked past a few doors before deciding to push one open, and found myself in a large room that looked like a classroom that had been modified into a sort of living space, I suppose. And to my bewilderment I saw a friend of mine from highschool. I shall call her Alisha, for privacy reasons. This puzzles me greatly because Alisha is very much still alive. I looked around the room and saw a lot of people, everyone seemed to be in a good mood which seemed strange. Alisha walked up to me and said hi and I basically asked her where the hell I was. She told me that this section of the afterlife was for those whom had died in a state of depression (not from suicide, but people who were simply depressed when they died). Everyone in the room was under the age of 25 or so. There was this one guy I walked up to whom was flirting with another girl shamelessly. She was being really awkward and I remember he had a can of pepsi in his hand and I took it from him and took a sip. We talked for a few minutes, and then I told him I thought he was cute. He got very sad, looked me in the eyes for a moment and told me "i would've been just his type". Bewildered as he walked away, I went to my friend alisha and asked her what his deal was. She told me his name was nick, and he had been depressed for a long time and used "women" as his outlet, as she described it.

Then a door in the back of the room opened, and he came in.

Everyone had been conversing idly, but all of the conversation stopped as everyone turned to look and see who had just come in. Alisha nudged me and I looked, and the guy and I locked eyes for a moment. He was about 5'10, with black hair, olive-y tan skin, and greenish-brown eyes (the best way to describe his eyes would actually be a hauntingly olive colour as well). He was wearing a pair of darker tan cargo shorts, a brown tshirt, and a olive green vest. He had a beer in his hand and a group of people following him. Alisha informed me not to mess with him, but of course I didn't heed her warning and walked up to him and started talking. He had a heartbreakingly beautiful smile, and he introduced himself as Mac.

I wandered away after talking to him for a good hour or two and then reconnected with Alisha once more. We had a brief conversation to which I don't remember the details, but I said something that upset her and she ran out the door I had come into and I followed her. She entered the next door down which was to a bathroom, and I followed her in. For some reason, the bathroom skeeved me out entirely. The lighting was a dull yellow and didn't cover all of the corners of the room. I remember telling her I'd wait outside, and I walked out the doors and found everyone exiting all of the doors of the long hallway, heading towards the door I had originally entered in. Instead of entering the back of the trailer again, we were taken to a small courtyard where there appeared to be an afterlife party going on.

There is a period of almost two dream weeks that is entirely hazy to me and I don't recall much of it. I know I spent a lot of time with this mac guy, and learned that nobody knew what his story was or why he was depressed.

Finally, I remember that he and I were in the woods that are right next to a camp my family owns in northern Maine. We were staring out at the water having a long conversation and I finally asked him what his deal was. He turned to me and told me that his family had never cared about anything he'd done, and this turned him into a reckless kid who spent more time on the streets than in his own home, and depressed him. I apparently had a dose of foolish bravery and asked him how he died. He unzipped his vest (which until this point had been olive green, but now was black) and revealed his longsleeved white thermal tshirt, which was soaked in blood. He then lifted up his shirt and showed me that his chest was hollow. I stared for a moment and then he spoke to me and said "they tore my heart out."

The next thing I knew I was awake wondering what the hell just happened and who they were. And I remember faintly hearing the words help me.

I have no idea what any of this could mean. I've never seen ANY of the other people in the dream before. The only familiar things were my friend Alisha and the camp. Does anyone know what this mac character could be all about? Like, could it be someone trying to contact me from the afterlife because he needs help? Note I refer to it as the afterlife because at some points they referred to where I was from as down below and other times it was "up above" so I'm not sure if the long hallway was heaven or hell.

Please help me out.: (

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The following comments are submitted by users of this site and are not official positions by psychic-experiences.com. Please read our guidelines and the previous posts before posting. The author, reallyconfusedgirl, has the following expectation about your feedback: I will participate in the discussion and I need help with what I have experienced.

reallyconfusedgirl (1 stories) (3 posts)
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8 years ago (2011-12-17)
i'm 18. And my friends name isn't actually alisha, it just starts with an A and that's the first name I thought of.

I don't remember nick all that well, but he was tall and skinny and had a white tshirt on. He had brown hair and blue eyes, and a really nice smile.
AshStar31 (guest)
 
8 years ago (2011-12-16)
Hi,could you please write what this Nick guy Looked Like, and sorry to be rude but how old are you?
It just my name Is Alisha And I like sumone called Nick, I just got a bit freaked out. ❤
Eagleclaw (386 posts)
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8 years ago (2011-12-15)
Hello,

I think maybe he was romantically involved with you in a passed life. That's why maybe he was so comfortable with you. Many times our souls share life experiences together for many lives.
To explain further, I have a niece that I have live many lives with. She and I did a past life regression session together and we found this out. Her and I are old souls. I think she is older than me because she speaks of very wise things for her age. Hope you understand more now.
reallyconfusedgirl (1 stories) (3 posts)
 
8 years ago (2011-12-15)
another thing that was slightly strange is we almost seemed to flirt throughout the entire dream. Like, I remember he'd hug me and well, of course we'd do other various things that detail is not needed.

Is it odd to connect on a romantically emotional level with a spirit?
Eagleclaw (386 posts)
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8 years ago (2011-12-15)
Hello,

Many times when a spirit comes to us they appear in a way that we will understand and relate to. He appeared to you that way because that was the best way to relate to you. And, maybe that is the age that he passed too. Maybe where you talked with him was his favorite spot in life. He felt comfortable with you there. And you with him.
Maybe he will appear again in your dream and give you more details. Time will tell.
reallyconfusedgirl (1 stories) (3 posts)
 
8 years ago (2011-12-15)
thanks so much for replying, I was afraid no one would actually respond!
The thing is, he was in my dreams again last night. I don't recall what happened, but I know he was there again.

The camp is in the middle of absolutely nowhere. It occured to me that maybe he was one of the men from the logging industry back in the day, but he was my age and dressed in very modern clothing. So I don't know.
Eagleclaw (386 posts)
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8 years ago (2011-12-15)
Hello,

Spirits come to us in many different ways. For you it was in your dreams. It seems to me because of your forward personality Mac was drawn to you. He needed someone to talk to who was not threatened like the others were. I believed that at one point he may have had a connection to the camp or the woods next to the camp. Maybe he lived in the woods. Maybe after he told his story to you he went on to the next astral plain where he will get healed. You did a very nice thing for him. You were the only one to get to him and let him tell his story. You have the ability to visit spirits in other realms and times. Never loose that will power and confidence that you have. Follow your own instincts. Hope this helps.

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